Of all the money e’er I had
I spent it in good company
And all the harm that e’er I’ve done
At last it was to none but me;
And all I’ve done for want of wit
To memory now I can’t recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all.

Oh! All the comrades e’er I had
They’re sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts e’er I had
They’d wish me one more day to stay;
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
Gently rise, and softly call
Goodnight and joy be with you all.

If I had money enough to spend
And leisure time to sit awhile
There is a fair maid in this town
That sorely has my heart beguiled;
Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips
I own she has my heart in thrall
Then fill to me the parting glass
Goodnight and joy be with you all.